Abby
Pressed up against the cold stone wall, Karl and I are locked in a passionate kiss, the world around us fading into insignificance.
The rough texture of the wall against my back is a stark contrast to the warmth of Karl’s body pressed unwaveringly up against mine. Our breaths mingle in the chilly night air, each kiss only deepening my desire.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that it’ll just lead to more confusion, or perhaps we’ll even get caught. But right now, I don’t care in the slightest. I want Karl. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or my wolf, or the taste of the cigarette on my lips.
Or maybe I just need to feel his body to fill the void of loneliness that’s been creeping into me.
Suddenly, Karl pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Abby, what do you want?” he ask
